~Happiness is a state of mind~

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Dreamy flower patchwork

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The confetti of rhododendron petals

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Lupine Morning by Timoshenko Viacheslav

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Listen. You ARE nature. You’re an entire ecosystem. Your flesh sculpted from the dirt. Your blood brewed from rain water. Thousands of creatures living inside of you, on your skin, who wouldn’t be alive without you just like you wouldn’t be either without them. You are born from the forest and the sea. Be kind to yourself.

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Face to face with a 90 year old turtle

🎥: Nicholas Breaux

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Deuchny Wood

I can’t begin to express how much I adore foggy and misty weather. It’s as if a spell is put on everything around you and you can only see so far ahead. It’s like being in a cloud. Every now and then voices waft through the veil and sometimes shapes emerge. When I could see the fog out of the window in the morning, I immediately insisted to go for a walk. And I think it was worth every minute of my time. There is a hillfort in this area. On a clear day you get a great view far into the Scottish Highlands. On a day like this you can’t even see the forest that surrounds the hillfort. It’s almost as if everything else ceases to exist. To some people the idea of getting lost in the fog may be disconcerting, but I find it exciting. A place I’m totally familiar with can look completely different and new all of a sudden. There is a reason why my blog is called ‘On Misty Mountains’ after all. 

This walk features in my June Vlog.

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Illustration by Soufiane Idrassi

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Arrangement of ferns II.

Südfriedhof Leipzig, 07/2016.

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who wants to come with me to pick wildflowers in a late august thunderstorm where our hair clings to our necks and our thin flowing dresses grow sheer and raindrops rest on our eyelashes and our toes dig into the mud and the lavender glows through the mist and everything seems eerie but also so calm

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“Flowers were her natural allies, like trees, fruit and animals—everything that grows, sways in the wind, bites and hides. She was one of them, on their side.”

— Violet Trefusis, from Broderie Anglaise